Hey everyone!

So even though I had that chapter written, after I read the reviews on the last one and agreed with most of them (they were well explained and helped me as a writer, I think) I re-written that chapter (and probably will do the other three I have next haha)

I hope I did a better job this time :)

Enjoy!

"We can't leave him there!" Jon said as we walked to the bakery where I really had to get to by now.

"Jon," I said and stopped my walking. "He's a big boy, and we need my friends' help to get him out of there."

"They've found him-" "Not yet-" "They will!" He looked pissed by now.

"Listen, Mr. King," I started, "Let's say we get him out of the park. Then what? Do you expect Animal Control, the NYPD and the random teenager with a smartphone and social media fetish to let us go safely to my place?"

Jon took a big breath and looked around nervously, "We're wasting too much time," He sighed. "I acted like a fool. I asked for a break from the gods but what am I doing here?"

"Taking a break." I answered. "Sometimes, when there's nothing to do, thinking about the problems we can't solve won't help. It just makes you miserable."

"We will solve them." Jon said. "I need to get Ghost. I need to go back home."

It hurt a little when he said he needs to go back. I mean… well, nothing personal, right? There's a war or whatever and a dragon queen. Wars happen all the time, don't they? Especially in medieval times where it was legit to go on a war where hundreds every time a cocky lord dude felt like having the other cocky lord dude's wife or daughter or something.

"We need my friends' help, they're the only choice we've got. But they need to meet Ghost first, like I did." I said.

"How are you so sure of that?" Jon asked, "No offence, they look like good and honest people. But I didn't get the impression they can handle a whole City Guard or… police force."

"Well, here you're actually very wrong-"

"I want to go to make sure he's fine." Jon didn't let me finish my sentence. "Andie, I can't just go and bake some bread when I know what's going on. I'll check how many guards they put on the northern woods. We'll meet at the park when the time will come."

I looked at him, pinching the bridge of my nose. Letting Jon Snow loose in New York City? I don't like the idea of that. But he's not letting it go, and I also don't like fighting with people. Why can't he just trust me? I trusted him into my world! I thought he was a junkie burglar most of the first day we've met and I still made him pancakes. I mean, yeah, sure, I'm a totally fucked-up person, but still. Not fair.

I took my watch off of my hand. "Alright, Frosty, I see you insist, but I won't send you unprepared out to the big world." I said in defeat. "Even though I don't like it." I tried to put my watch on his hand but it was too small to fit him.

"I don't like doing nothing when I can do something." Jon answered. I rolled my eyes at the dramatic tone in his voice.

"Ok, good thing I've got a digital watch. Do you see the small numbers on that screen?" He squinted his eyes in concentration, "That part tells you what hour it is, and that one's the minutes. Now it says ten thirty, which means I'm then minutes late to work, thanks to you. When it's going to say it's four twenty-five meet me and my friends at Shakespeare's garden." I gave him the watch. Then took a pen out of my purse and took his hand, writing some numbers and addresses, "That's the bakery's address, that's my home's. Give it to taxi drivers when you're lost. That's my phone number, that's Dakota's and this one's my boss's."

"You people and your numbers. Are you done?" Jon said under his breath. Clearly in a hurry and doing as much as he can to show me that.

"Almost," I took my wallet out and gave him twenty bucks and a Starbucks gift card.

"Is that the sigil of house… Starbucks?"

"We can say so," I said. "Use it to buy a drink. The money is for a taxi or lunch. Oh, and if you'll go north-" I gestured north, "You'll find a stand with some city maps. Pay attention to the street signs."

"Now you're done?" Jon asked.

I bit my lower lip, not liking the whole thing. Can't he see there's nothing to do about Ghost until my friends will learn about the truth?

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes." He said. "Can I have the taser too?"

"NO!"

Jon found the stand with the maps. Only one of them didn't cost money, but the merchant tried to sell him a book with the best destinations for a first-time traveler. It was tempting, especially the picture of that green statue of a woman that reminded Jon of House Starbucks sigil. He wondered if they are the wardens of New York since their sigil and beverage shops were everywhere.

Andie was probably joking about Starbucks being a house, but there were so many of them that Jon didn't want to belittle their power. Their presence is strong in those streets.

Also, the red, white and blue flags. There were a lot of them too. Jon will have to ask Andie about that either.

People here loved the numbers. The streets and avenues were numbered. The cars were numbered. People of that world and numbers were like Lannisters and golden lions.

Jon thought of Daenerys and felt his heard aches. He still didn't know what to do, and neither did Bran, Sam, Sansa or even Tyrion helped him with the decision. Why couldn't he wait until the war was over? Maybe because he didn't know if it ever will. Maybe he didn't know if he'll come back alive.

And now his people are fighting wights and Walkers while he debates with himself whether Starbucks is a house or not, and why do people here wear such exposing cloths, more than the Dornish people even. Well, he heard the Dothraki used to walk half naked, even the women, before they followed Daenerys to the colder Westeros.

Jon looked at the map and saw he's getting closer to south of Central Park. He guessed it will be faster to walk in the fifth avenue than to walk in the park itself, because the roads here were straight-no trees or hills on your way for miles and miles-while Central Park was more like his homeland.

When he got to the woods the place wasn't as heavily guarded as Andie thought. He saw one uniformed man guarding the trail that led into the woods.

Jon will just have to get in there without the trails, it shouldn't be too hard.

"Why isn't the Brit here?" Sean asked while rolling baguettes out of a very fluffy dough.

"I thought you're going to bring him with you." Dakota added. He wasn't even supposed to be in the kitchen. He was supposed to be in the front taking care of annoying costumers.

"He wanted to see the city." I said. "We'll meet him at Central Park."

"You don't look happy about it," Dakota said.

"I worry for him. He's so… clueless. And not from here."

"Of course not, he's from England." Sean said and took the pan to the oven.

"No," I said, "He's from a completely different world." I was piping a red velvet cake with a 'Will you marry me, Scarlet?' cursive and it was annoying me more than usual. So fucking cheesy.

"Well, we know he looks not from this world." Dakota lifted his eyebrow suggestively.

"No, really." I said, finishing the 't' at last and moving to box the cake, "The proof is in Central Park."

"And the proof is?" Sean asked.

"A giant wolf." I said, not trying to hide anything.

"Sure, honey." Dakota said and left the kitchen. Sean gave me a look.

"What?" I asked. "I'm telling the truth."

I hope Jon is fine. He didn't look happy at all, but why wouldn't he listen to me? I know my rescue operations. Sometimes you need patience.

I wonder if he used the gift card yet. I looked around at the ton of dishes Ii need to wash, suddenly remembering…

"Hey, where's Zee?"

Ghost was fine, like Andie said. He knew to hide himself between the big rocks and trees, bur Jon just had to make sure. How will he live with himself if something will happen to Ghost? He nursed him since he was a pup. He was to him... almost like the dragons were to Daenerys. Maybe not like a child, but he was close to that wolf like he was to his siblings.

Jon found it hard to believe that Central Park was completely man-made. That what it said in the other map Jon took, a map of the park itself. It has drawings and-what did Andie called them?-pictures of the Central Park's wild animals.

Apparently the people of Now York see song birds and squirrels as wild. Jon felt bad for them.

He stayed with Ghost for more than two hours now. Jon checked the forest, the ranger who scanned it, looking for his direwolf. The city was heavily populated indeed, and Jon had no idea why Andie was thinking her friends can make a difference.

And what is wrong with that blue haired girl? She wasn't acting like a grown person. She was concerned about him dancing in a concert more than the war, or winter, or the rain that caused her to be sick and late for work. And she was trying to avoid talking about herself too much. But somehow, she proved herself right. Jon didn't know what is going to happen if he'll lead Ghost out of the remotely safe place he was in now. He feared the city guard will not accept his explanations kindly and patiently. But they have to act soon.

"I'll come back," Jon told Ghost before he snuck out of the forest. He was starting to get thirsty. As he walked down the road, he took the Starbucks card out of his pocket.

Well, he should see if that place is of any power, should he?

No. No danger or power at all. No weapons, or lords, or gold or beasts.

Well, maybe Jon could call the people who waited in line after him 'beasts', since they looked very displeased with him asking so many questions and shouted for him to make a decision already. What was, for example a pumpkin spice latte? He knew pumpkins. He knew they like to season them with spices like cinnamon down in the south. But how can it be a latte? What is latte? Or a Frappuccino? Or salted caramel mochachinno?

"And you said there are three sizes in which I can order a drink?" He asked the frustrated lady. She nodded and gestured to the examples on her right. For cold drinks clear big cups from the material Jon learned (from asking the overly-nice cashier) was called plastic, and for the hot drinks cups that were made out of parchment. Jon didn't know how they made the parchment water proof. but he saw many people carry them around, full.

"He'll take a large Chai Latte," Jon heard a voice behind him, "And make it two."

Jon turned around to find a wild mane of curly brown hair and a smiling young woman with skin brown as mahogany. She kept smiling, as if she knew him.

The hell with it. He was glad that once in his life someone else made a decision for him.

Jon turned to the lady at the desk, "Two large… what was that again?" "Chai Latte." "Chai Lattes." Then he handed the card to the lady with the green apron and the Starbucks sigil on her name tag. She looked relieved as she slid it and took his name. She told him it will be ready and served at a different spot on the very long desk-counter.

The woman from before followed him. They waited in silence together, and she still looked like she had the time of her life. When he took his drink, she took the second one.

"Excuse me miss," He said finally, "But who are you?"

That made her smile even bigger as she gestured towards the exit door with her head. "Zee." She said.

"Andie's friend?" Jon asked, glad he met someone friendly. She looked like an alley so far.

"Yes," She said as they walked outside. "Zee the psychic."

Jon took a sip from the weirdly shaped cup. The taste was too sweet, like the Kit-Kat, but just as addictive. He could sense cinnamon, nutmeg and more spice blended with the warm milk.

"That term, psychic…" Jon said, wondering.

"I know, weird, right? I just see into different worlds and into people's minds and maybe some of the future and more, but people just have to give the gifts of the mind a name." She sipped happily from her cup. "You look lost, Jon Snow. Or should I say, Aegon-"

"No! No. Jon is fine." They walked to Central Park, and Jon wasn't sure who was leading the way. "And yes, I am lost. Do you need to be a psychic to know that?"

Zee smiled behind her cup. She wore a long green coat, made from the same material as Mika's yellow one. "In more than one way." Zee said and sat on a bench. Jon looked at the bench for a moment and decided to sit as well.

He remembered to look at the time-bracelet thing. A 'watch'? He wasn't sure. It stated it was one hour and forty-three minutes. Or is it the hour one? In Westeros they just went by 'dusk' and 'first light' and 'mid-day'. Why do the people of New York had to complicate things so badly?

Zee looked at the trees. "Hm, I thought he'd be here by now." She said and looked disappointed.

"Who?" Jon asked. Zee just sighed and looked down at her cup.

"So, should You introduce me to your direwolf?" She asked and stood up quickly.

Jon considered it for a moment. There wasn't any reason not to, right?

"Fine. Let's go."

No. They definitely shouldn't have gone there. This time they caught the attention of a ranger.

He shouted at them and wanted to arrest and cuff them. He said something about 'drug dealing young people, ruining their own lives with marijuana and cocaine' and pointed a small metal thing at them that Jon guessed it was supposed to be threatening. The man just had to put a whole show out of it? There wasn't any audience in the woods.

But before he could get much closer Ghost appeared behind him. Jon tried to sign somehow to his wolf to go back to hiding, but Zee's reaction was too obvious and the ranger understood there's something behind him.

"Go!" Jon shouted at Ghost before he'll reveal himself. Ghost listened and ran into the forest, but the ranger turned around in time to get a glance of the big animal disappearing into the forest.

The ranger shouted, "What the fu-Hey! Where are you running?"

Zee urged Jon to run. "We need to get Andie and the rest." She said as they ran down the hill they were on, out of the woods. "They will help you. That's not my area of skill."

They stopped only when both of them were sure the ranger lost them.

Jon took the watch out of his pocket. It wasn't the time Andie said they will meet.

"To the bakery, then?" He asked.

"Yep." Zee said and they got out of the park.

"Run!" Jon said, not wanting to waste any time. He remembered the bakery was somewhere south to the park. He started to run, not wanting to waste any more time. People looked at him weird but he didn't care. He wasn't even sure completely where the bakery was, he never saw it, but he couldn't stop now. He considered renting bicycles but he knew he wasn't skilled enough to use them fast. No, they'll just slow him down.

"Jon!" He heard Zee shouting after him. "Jon Snow!"

He looked back and saw her head out of a window of one of those yellow cars. A taxi.

"Get in the damn car!" She commanded. Jon hesitated, but knew there was no time. He opened the surprisingly heavy door and went in the damn car.

A/N:

Sooo yeah. I actually like that one more than the original! More Jon, and Jon VS House Starbucks is always fun.

Oh, yeah, and my favorite Starbucks drink is Chai Latte XD I had to put it in there.

Lalala let me know what you thought!

~A Girl Has Many Names~